Hushed Willows in the hollow heartland

Tambourine agreed, and Silas felt a little rush of relief. Thanks to him being familiar, a constant, he'd warmed up considerably to the boy's company over time (also with the help of both of them maturing along steadily) but the dark Ostrega would never really be the best at outright expressing this. The fact that he could be somewhat at ease around him was not something true for most..

Silas mustered a little tail wiggle -- a silent thank you that would perhaps go missed, but he didn't fret on it. "It's okay. It's usually not too difficult," he tried to encourage now knowing what he did. However the mechanics of tracking tending to come naturally enough to his experience. Good at or not, Tambourine could probably handle it. "Lots of sniffing.. listening, you know." he gestured, beginning to plod off while being careful to find a trail that would hopefully stay within the whereabouts of the Crook. Since his going was initially kind of slow, it gave him ample time to pick with scrutiny. "I usually do  though, so I may not be the best at giving any pointers.." he said over his shoulder by way of his little disclaimer before returning his squint into the woodlot ahead of them.